To be sung to the tune of " The Strife is O'er"
- The flight's near o'er
- The ocean is wide
- We're finally on the other side
- They're serving breakfast on the plane
- Alleluia !
- My legs are cramped
- My shoulders are sore
- My pillow is lost somewhere on the floor
- As for my seat, it can't take no more
- Alleluia
- But now a thought
- Has come to the fore
- After this flight, there is one more
- And I recall 'tis longer yet !
- Oh my poor tush!
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| Nancy - in the Airport just before our first flight. Notice the smile and energy! |
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